Befoy all of this stuff about molestation came out in the news, I tawt I was the only one. Sure I was molested by my cousin, by udder wrestlers, and healt care professionals, but no one can say that a Toid or a crack whore molested their ass except me.
It has taken me close to year to publicly admit that I was and am still being sexually abused by a poivoit in a Toid costume and by Shitifa Moore (every Wednesday and Saturday)... woo, woo, woo, woo.....It gives you chills to think about it.
One day I was talking to Amelia on the phone while I was sitting on the shitter in the nude. That bitch kept hanging up on my ass, so I kept calling her. Then all of sudden, the bathroom door crashed open and out came Shitifa and da Toid in all their raging fury. The Toid was yelling at my ass real loud calling me a whore. But that was not the woist of it! As the Toid charged his hand was also holding onto the front of his "Toid pajama pants" which were always all twisted way over the side, and he was groping around with his hand in an effort to control and conceal his stiff dookey stick.... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck...I didn't even get a chance to wipe my ass. I had to follow the Masta's oidas. The noive of that guy. He was passed out on da floy in da nuyde. So I couldn't ask his ass for a reprieve. Needless to say, I had to make serious amends with the duo with a thorough round of anal discipline, ice cold apple butter, and a digital camera. At least I received a choclate pretzel for my troubles.
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